We're taking Let's Not Meet on the road again this year.

Phoenix, Arizona, I'll be at Rebel Lounge on November 17th, St. Paul, Minnesota at Turf Club on November 19th,

and Chicago, Illinois at Beat Kitchen on November 20th.

Get your tickets at let's not meetpodcast.com slash tour or follow the link in the show notes.

I'll see you there.

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Enjoy the show. I'm This is a story from around the time I was in eighth grade.

I've never told anyone this story, not even my family or friends.

I wanted to let it out somewhere, though.

Up until high school, I usually went home with my friends. I wanted to let it out somewhere, though. Up until high school, I usually went home with my friend. I would always walk when she cycled beside me on her bike. Our route home

from school was in a relatively safe area, surrounded by other schools, supermarkets, churches, and little houses, so I never felt

unsafe during that 10-minute walk. I didn't even feel unsafe on this particular day when my

friend had to ride ahead of me, leaving me to walk by myself. About halfway through my usual walk,

I suddenly had this unsettling feeling.

I felt like somebody was watching me.

I turned my head toward the street next to me and saw a car driving noticeably slower than it should have.

I was freaked out by this, so I quickly looked it up on Google Maps and found out that the

speed limit was exactly 30 kilometers per hour.

This car was moving much slower than that. It looked like it was floating. It was like it was

trying to match my pace. At first, I didn't think anything of this. After all, as I mentioned,

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